Aselia’s POV
Two girls had arrived with our lunch or dinner since it was already evening. They placed the cake in the mini-fridge of Xiran’s room while the food was served to us. Everything looked appetizing from roasted chicken to sauteed vegetables and rice. The aroma hit like a tornado and my mouth began to water. Xiran was observing my reaction and began to smile.
"Dig in," he handed a plate. I filled it up instantly and began to eat. The food was extrely delicious and I ate to my heart’s fill with Xiran filling up my plate every now and then. After eating I washed my hands and brought the cake from the fridge.
"It’s my cake, but I am feeling generous so I will share a slice with you," I smirked at him while cutting a slice and handing it to him.
"Thank you for your generosity, Ma’am Aselia." He bowed to like a chivalrous knight who had just been honoured with a dal of valour.
I took a bite and the cake just lted in my mouth, it was soft and utterly delicious. I closed my eyes and chewed softly and my taste buds just couldn’t get enough of his cake. As I opened my eyes to take another bite, I saw him observing with a satisfied expression on his face.
"Is it any good?"
"It’s mouthwatering, where did you learn to cook so perfectly?" I took another bite.
"My mother. She loved experinting with food and being the eldest child she engaged with her and I went on to learn a lot from her." He spoke with a lot of affection and a special warmth had crept into his eyes which I had never seen before.
"Well, your mother is an incredible cook to have taught you such extraordinary culinary skills."
"Was, she died." His expression changed again to a solemn one and he averted his gaze to look at the sky.
"I am really sorry, I didn’t an to..."
"It’s alright Aselia, she is in a much better place now. She would have loved you though, she was as innocent as you are." He offered a sad smile. Only if he knew I wasn’t as innocent as he wanted to believe.
"I am sure she is." I smiled back at him. We sat there in silence, it was the first ti he had ntioned anything about his family.
"So am I forgiven?" He coaxed with a grin.
"Considering how good this cake is, you can be granted forgiveness this ti around."
"Thank you, I don’t like seeing you sad. I love it when you smile and throw those brattish remarks at . The world is a better place when people smile more." Right now no one could even imagine he was a cold-hearted vampire, there was so much warmth in his words.
"Yahh, yahh. You got away easy this ti." There was another knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Xiran called out. "It’s , Sohlia. Can I co in?" Xiran stiffened at those words, his expression went dark.
He turned to and said in a grim voice: "Go to the washroom and lock yourself in. Don’t co out until I say so. Is that clear?"
"Why? What’s going on?" I asked him confused.
"Just do as I say Aselia." He dragged by my hand and lead to the washroom. "Stay inside," he whispered and closed the door.
He was gone for five minutes and I just stood in the bathroom with a confused expression. When I finally heard him knock and say: "Aselia it’s open the door." I yanked the door open with a scowl.
"What was that all about?"
"It was nothing, co out."
"You locked up in the bathroom for nothing." I searched his eyes for an explanation. He sighed heavily.
"It was my brother’s girlfriend. Both of them have decided to stay here for a few days after they attended the party last night. She wanted to invite to join them for a late-night party they are attending today. I didn’t want her to know about your existence." He placed both his hands on my shoulders.
"And, why is that?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Because she is dangerous and can hurt you. I can’t let that happen." His hands were cupping my face now and he stared at with an intensity that could lt an iceberg. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
"You must be such a killjoy and a total control freak."
"Call whatever you want, if it keeps you safe I don’t mind. You don’t understand the dangerous world I live in. I warned you about it when we first t. I won’t be able to forgive myself if sothing was to happen to you." There he goes again saying words which would make feel all fuzzy. Why does he need to do that? Why can’t he be just evil with , my job would have been so much easier if he was.
"Blah blah," I mimicked it with my hand making him suddenly smile as he stroked my cheek bringing his face even closer to and towered over . His nose trailed my neckline as he slightly pushed against the sink, his hands moving down to my waist pulling even closer.
I seed to have forgotten to breathe, my erratic heart picked up the pace and thudded heavily, and even my hands moved of their own accord as they landed in his hair. The will to stop him was not zero it was freaking negative. ’What’s wrong with you?’ My hopeless brain yelled at . I paid no heed.
His lips grazed my neck and a slight moan escaped . He enjoyed it because the next mont he landed a full-fledged kiss on my neck. My shaless body almost lted in his arms, did he know he had that much effect on ?
He stopped his assault on my neck and faced . His left hand held my waist while his right hand stroked my golden locks. "Why did you stop? You must be thirsty." I questioned him.
"Drinking was never my intent I only wished to kiss you. And since you didn’t stop , I did." His voice washed all over like a breeze.
"Why? What’s wrong?" I asked him like a half-wit, my brain refusing to cooperate with after I ignored the warnings it threw my way.
"What’s wrong is that you have been skipping your als. I can’t make you anaemic." That gave rise to a strange feeling in my heart like watching a flower blossom. I thought all vampires cared about was blood. What kind of vampire was he to care about soone as trivial as ?
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